It came early, the cold. He’d been expecting as much what with the early signs, but it still seemed strange. For all that it was strange it was lovely. There was just something about the change in the way the air smelled. That delicious shift from dry crackling leaves to the almost indescribable, delicate perfume that was not so much the snow itself as the promise of it. There was both to be had now that it had really gotten going, and while he suspected he might be pinched for supplies in ...
